Friday, March 6, 2009

Random things that make me go, hu? part 2

What the, what the?

Sorry to all of you stucco lovers out there, but I don't get stucco houses. The gigantic monstrosities, with microscopic yards, within arms distance of the neighbors flabbergast me even more! This is of course from a girl who lives in a double-wide built on top of a partially finished basement. Who am I to talk?

I think it's funny when people say "we started late" when they're talking about their families. The reason that it's funny, is that most of the time the person talking is a whole lot younger than me, and they have a whole lot more of a husband and kids than I do :)

What's with the economy? I don't get it. Is it the gas prices' fault? Global Warming? Or just people's (ok, and the government's) unwise management of finances? I'm sure you could add certain people's dishonesty to the pot as well.

What's the idea behind a blog dedicated solely to complaints about being single? Maybe I'm the only one, but my every waking hour ISN'T spent thinking about being an old maid ! ! ! When a thought does come to me, as in "I wish I were 'starting late' with a family already," it's most likely followed with a thought like, "Guys in the Celestial Kingdom might be worth waiting for." ;)

My dad's family is hard to understand sometimes. Plain and simple. Maybe it's so we can learn patience, and to love people for who they are, not what we wish they would be? Maybe it's because of the double-wide that we don't fit in?

While looking at the newly installed traffic feed, I thought, "Why would people from Florida/Massachusetts/North Carolina read my blog?" Cedar I can understand, though it's mainly me, as I check to see how the new stuff is working... Is it malfunctioning?

My sister thought "A day in the Life of a Single Mormon" wasn't a good title for me. What? Am I not single, and am I not Mormon? Maybe she thought it too negative. I honestly don't see why, and I'm not even being sarcastic.

Hu?

1 comment:

the Bartlett fam said...

I know what you mean about the stucco monstrosities... I even call them monstrosities myself. They drive me bonkers.